Finished Janet Malcolm’s Two Lives: Gertrude and Alice,
after which I decided I didn’t much care for Gertrude or Alice. Then I
went to the 92nd Street Y to hear Janet Malcolm read from the book and
answer questions, and I decided I didn’t much like her, either.
Much more highly recommended: Amy Bloom’s Away, which I thought was a pretty extraordinary novel.
Now I am trying to finish Nancy Mitford’s The Water Beetle. After I’ve done that and I’ve sped through the letters of the Mitford sisters, I will be done with the Mitfords, possibly forever. All that Heil Hitlering in the letters is seriously nauseating.
Then I’ll be moving along to a book that sounds very intriguing, and very odd. To be continued.